#likes her own company and i get that a lot too so its chill but ahh.. man

[toastsnaffler]

everyone say thank u to my roommate for going to visit her parents this weekend so I can jack it loud and nasty 🙏

[gachabastard]

Limbus Company Sinners as Fallen London Companions

Smashing my two hyperfixations together like dolls and making them kiss. What I'm seeking (lol) to do here is not to conflate the Sinners to existing Companions, but rather create Companions based off of them instead. If you know both things then this won't take any explaining.

For people who know Limbus Company but not Fallen London: Fallen London is a browser game made by Failbetter Studios. It is an alternate history of an 1800s London that has sunk deep below the earth into a subterranean cavern known as the Neath and is now overseen by the mysterious Masters of the Bazaar. You begin the game as a Surface-dweller who has recently descended into the Neath for certain reasons, which you are able to decide for yourself and act upon as you progress through the game. Companions are "equipment" of sorts that you can equip to increase (or lower) your character's stats. A full write-up of FL's mechanics could be another three separate posts on its own, so I recommend the wiki's Beginner's Guide and other resources therein to understand the mechanics I'll detail here. If you enjoy the writing in LCB you will most likely also love FL's writing. Please play it, it is awesome. (And lmk if you do, I'll add you as a friend and definitely not stab you in the back)

For people who know Fallen London but not Limbus Company: Limbus Company is a mobile game made by Project Moon. It is the third in a series of games, preceded by Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina, which are both available for purchase on Steam, though Limbus Company can be played independently of these if you want; the player avatar is an amnesiac so things are generally explained as needed (though Lobcorp and LoR are also very good and I recommend them, but you do have to buy those, so). The game centers around a department of the titular Limbus Company, the Limbus Company Bus Team (often shortened to LCB), the twelve individuals referred to as Sinners who make up the team, and their amnesiac Manager named Dante as they brave the ruins of the old branches of Lobotomy Corporation to retrieve strange objects known as Golden Boughs. All of the major characters in LCB are based off of classic literature (for example, Dante is based off of Dante's Inferno). If you like FL's writing you may enjoy LCB, but it is a gacha game which turns a lot of people off. For character info you can visit the Fandom wiki (yeah I know, it's a Fandom wiki), and if you want to read the story so far without playing the game you can check out this github page which contains all of the story text.

And if you don't know either...I don't know why you're reading this, but I hope my explanations and provided resources are enough to help you understand it regardless.

Okay, wall of text out of the way, let's get into the actual point of the post. This isn't meant to be balanced or anything this is just for fun because I'm diseased. Also LIMBUS SPOILERS THRU CANTO VI sorry.

Starting off with Sinner #1, Yi Sang:

Mirror-Marred Litterateur In the Mirror's glass, he observed endless possibilities. One such possibility observed him back. Watchful +4, Glasswork +2, Bizarre +1

Reasoning: Honestly? I thought about Sang Yi chilling in Parabola and that colored my whole concept here. But for real the whole Mirror thing is too perfect. Yi Sang defines Glasswork.

Sinner #2, Faust

Hell-Touched Engineer She hasn't the eyes of a devil, but builds infernal machinery previously unseen outside of Hell. Claims to know all outcomes, but shares precious little. Dreaded +2, Artisan of the Red Science +2, Decreases Nightmare build up

Reasoning: Something something Faust something something Mephistopheles something something her base EGO heals SP.

Sinner #3, Don Quixote

Dreaming Knight The only weapon stronger than a dream is delusion. Dangerous +5, Mithridacy +2, Increases Scandal build up

Reasoning: DQ is so skilled in Mithridacy she's got herself convinced of untruths, man. She's also allowed little a Scandal. As a treat.

Sinner #4, Ryoshu

Bohemian Blademaster Her masterwork blade is her brush; her enemies, her canvas. Legend has it that even the Boatman respects her work. Dangerous +4, Dreaded +2, Monstrous Anatomy +1

Reasoning: I feel like this one's pretty self-explanatory. I added a point of MA since I feel like she'd want to be a bit knowledgeable in monster anatomy for Art Reasons

Sinner #5, Meursault

Chained Stranger "The Neath is a prison," he says matter-of-factly, "And I am here because I am meant to be." Despite this, one could swear they saw the sun reflecting off his eyes. Persuasive +2, Respectable +3, Reduces Scandal build up

Reasoning: Hehe did you see what I did there. I referenced the thing. Anyway aside from being pretty blunt, he's probably the best candidate out of the whole group for Respectable.

Sinner #6, Hong Lu

Bright-Eyed Debonair New to the Neath, from an affluent Surface family. The Neath's many delights confuse and excite him. Persuasive +2, Shadowy +1, Kataleptic Toxicology +1

Reasoning: I think Hong Lu being new to the Neath fits with him being sheltered in canon. Also +1 KA cuz you know that boy is hittin that Honey. The Honey-Dens of Veilgarden already know him by name.

Sinner #7, Heathcliff

Bereaved Ruffian He knows the backstreets of London like the scars on his hands. He remembers that which the world does not, and waits. Dangerous +8, Shadowy -3, Chthonosophy +1

Reasoning: Oops Canto VI colored the fuck out of this one oops oops oops. Happy Firmament Day btw have some Chthonosophy. :)

Sinner #8, Ishmael

Zeefaring Pathfinder She's hunted the most feared creatures known to the Zee, losing her way to chart a path for her mad captain. Her compass will see that she never loses sight of her path again. Zeefaring +2, Monstrous Anatomy +3, Increases Nightmares build up

Reasoning: Ishy-Fishy you were made to embody Zeefaring and MA.

Sinner #9, Rodion

Lacre-Drowned Cardshark Born in a run-down corner of London where the Lacre falls thickest at Sacksmas, she knows a thing or two about cards. She wouldn't mind teaching you...for a price. Persuasive +4, Watchful +6

Reasoning: Heart's Desire vibes. That's it.

Sinner #10, Dante

Timepiece Manager An infernal timepiece ticks away where a head should be. They have no memories of their own, but they can never forget again. Chthonosophy +2, Steward of the Discordance +1, Dangerous -5, Reduces Wounds build up

Reasoning: Congratulations Dante on being the only bitch to not have the Discordance because the Discordance isn't real. Ummm I went off vibes here but tbh I think Dante should decrease your Dangerous by way more actually. Hell, let's make then decrease Dreaded too. Let's make them a Weasel of Woe.

Sinner #11, Sinclair

Unrealized Prodigy Young and anxious, jumping at every shadow. His potential is very promising. Dangerous +6, Dreaded +1, Increases Wounds build up

Reasoning: Sinclair may be baby. But he is Scary Baby.

Sinner #12, Outis

Commanding Oneironaut She's led the forces of Parabola to victory more times than you could count. Don't ask her any questions. Dangerous +8, A Player of Chess +2, Glasswork +1

Reasoning: Everybody shut the fuck up Parabolan War General Outis is everything to me, you hear me. EVERYTHING. She favors the Chessboard, obviously, with that +2 to APoC.

Sinner #13, Gregor

Metamorphic Veteran A large insectoid pincer sits where a right arm should be. He'll talk about pretty much anything but the details around that. Seriously, be careful around that thing. Dangerous +5, Shapeling Arts +3, Bizarre +2

Reasoning: You had to know Gregor would be the only bitch to get Shapeling Arts. Look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't. I wanted to give him Persuasive due to his amicability but also he actually. Sucks at being persuasive like canonically, so. Dangerous it is.

BONUS! Vergilius

The Red Gaze The most feared Fixer in the Neath. Whatever could you have done to strike up an alliance with him? Watchful +30, Shadowy +30, Dangerous +30, Persuasive +30, Greatly reduces Nightmare build up

Reasoning: He's the Red Goat I ain't gotta explain shit.

anyway hope you enjoyed even though you definitely didn't. i have a headache now so i'm gonna go consume painkillers and caffeine and go run mirror dungeons in lcb for that limbus battle pass.

[mollywall-e]

WIP - Imodna Date In Whitestone (inspired by the NYCC Q&A)

“Mind if I join?” Imogen calls out softly, stepping out onto one of the many balconies of Castle Whitestone.

Laudna turns at the sound. A smile creeps onto her lips as her eyes meet Imogen’s. It’s a stark contrast to the too-wide smile Imogen’s grown fond of these past few years, often used for scaring off nosey guards and would-be bandits. This smile is softer, content. It pulls the air from Imogen’s lungs.

“Imogen,” Laudna sighs, the same quiet contentment seeping into her voice. “Of course you can, dear. You know I always love your company.”

A smile tugs at Imogen’s lips as she joins Laudna at the edge of the balcony, placing her hands next to spindled ones along the iron railing. The space between their hands, no more than a few inches, buzzes with an electric heat. The smile still lingers on Laudna’s lips for a few moments more, even more breathtaking in this newfound closeness, before it dulls ever so slightly.

Too soon, Laudna turns back, eyes drawn to the sweeping vista of the city of Whitestone that stretches below them. In a comfortable quiet, they linger side by side. Laudna stares at the city, and Imogen stares at Laudna.

“Copper for your thoughts?” Imogen nudges Laudna gently with her shoulder.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry yourself over.” Laudna utters dismissively. She glances over at Imogen, and sighs. “It’s just - strange.”

“Being back here, you mean?” Imogen reaches over, covering Laudna’s cold hand with her own.

Laudna nods. “I’m still getting used to it. Seeing this place, like this.”

She gestures to the city beneath them, warmly illuminated by the late afternoon sun. The clocktower towers above the clusters of homes surrounding the market square. An enormous tree stands guard over the city center. Families shuffle along the cobblestone streets, baskets filled with goods from the market. Children dash to and fro amongst the side-streets, chasing each other; their shrieks of laughter echo between the buildings, audible all the way from the castle. From this height, it all appears so perfect.

“Yeah, I reckon it is a bit strange, all things considered.” Imogen gives Laudna’s hand a squeeze.

Laudna flips her hand palm-side up, spindly fingers tracing the scarred ridges that line Imogen’s. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely to see the city thrive, bursting with so much life and promise.”

Imogen turns from the cityscape to look at Laudna, brow quirked. “But?”

“But,” Laudna hums. “I’m a bit envious, I suppose. Seeing how beautiful it is now, remembering how it was then…” An involuntary shiver ripples along her spine, muscles remaining clenched even as the chill fades.

Imogen leans over, planting a soft kiss on the knob of Laudna’s shoulder, smiling against pale skin as she feels her relax ever so slightly. Rather than step away, Imogen nestles her head onto Laudna’s shoulder, finding a strange comfort in its boniness.

“I’d change it for you if I could, baby,” Imogen mumbles, pressing an additional kiss onto the fragile skin of her clavicle. “I already tried to, actually.”

“You did?” Laudna pulls back, gazing at Imogen with a curious glint in her eye. “When?”

“Last time we were here, actually. In her version of this place.” Imogen can feel her blood begin to boil as she remebers that twisted town of shadows. “I saw you, a lot. Before we got to the tree, I mean. I saw you as a little girl, playing with little straw dolls all by yourself. I saw you and that asshole, the one who threw dirt at you. I saw you getting dressed up for dinner, with your parents by your side. I wanted so desperately to fix things, to keep that boy away from you, to keep you from going to that dinner, to keep you away from her.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Ashton kept tellin’ me to stop. That it wouldn’t actually change anything, that it wasn’t actually you. And it didn’t, it wasn’t. But I still had to try, you know?”

“Oh, Imogen,” Laudna sighs, squeezing the hand interlocked with her right. She reaches her left hand forward, gently cupping Imogen’s face. “That’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“So far.” Keeping her eyes on Laudna, Imogen grabs the hand on her face, pressing a kiss to the palm. “I got more where that came from, baby.” Imogen wiggles her eyebrows at Laudna playfully. “Gods, I think I’ve been hanging around Chetney too much.”

Laudna bursts into a fit of giggles before collecting herself, shy smile still clinging to her lips.

Imogen’s breath stutters in her chest at the awestruck look in Laudna’s eyes. It’s almost overwhelming, the sheer amount of warmth in her gaze. Directed at Imogen, for Imogen, because of Imogen. She needs more.

“You got any plans tonight?” Imogen blurts out. “I mean, after we talk to the Lord and Lady?”

Laudna hums to herself, pretending to think for a second. “Nope!”

Imogen clears her throat. “Would you like to go on a date with me? A proper one? We can forget about all of the -” Imogen gestures her hands towards the sky, “ - moon stuff that’s been going on. We can forget about my mom, and Ludinus, and Delilah. It’ll be just you and me.”

Excerpt from a WIP, hopefully will be published before the episode airs :)

UPDATE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50940406

[naturaldisatr]

Up At Night

⇝ pairing: Tattoo artist husband!Jungkook x elementary teacher!reader

⇝ summary: You can’t sleep so you seek your husband to help you with your troubles

⇝ warnings: 18+ only (please pay attention to warnings), smut, fluff, he’s so sweet to her, slight daddy kink, vaginal fingering, cl*t spanking (only one time lol), kookie acts hard but would give the reader whatever they wanted lol

⇝ word count: 1.1k

⇝ A/N: this is my first time writing smut so we’ll see how this goes lol. I wanted to release due to the massive break i took bc of school so I hope this makes up for it. I plan to make this into a little series and follow this couple for a while. Let me know what you would want to see from them!!

You tiptoed down the hallway. You didn’t want to disturb him and make any noise but you were craving some company besides your own.

Work had been a lot. Chasing around 28 first-graders all week had tired you out. To put it lightly you were exhausted but you couldn’t go to sleep no matter how many times you tossed and turned.

You stop at the entrance of the door and watch as your husband’s back flexes as he works on his stencil for his client. The tattoo artist takes his craft very seriously. He tends not to ignore any artistic urge he has, even if it is the middle of the night.

“Kookie?” You call for him softly. Not wanting to startle him too much. He immediately turns around and raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“Why are you up love? I thought you were tired.”

He holds out his arms and you immediately slide into them. You swing your leg over on his lap and nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never been one to turn you away, always offering his comfort when you need it.

He kisses your forehead as you get settled wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“What’s wrong my love?”

“Today was just a lot. The kids were on ten all day. I didn’t get a proper lunch due to a parent-teacher conference and now I can’t go to sleep!”

“I’m sorry love. How do you want me to help?”

You couldn’t help but look up at him in adoration. He was always so willing to make sure you got the support you needed.

“Being with you is enough Kookie.”

Goosebumps form on your body as he runs his hand up and down your back. His touch was something you knew you couldn’t live without. He always lit a fire in you without even trying.

“I think I know how to put you to sleep, love. You gonna let me?”

His words sent chills down your spine. He was so close to your ear that you squirmed when he spoke.

“Put me to sleep?”

“Yes baby, put you to sleep. I have a feeling that’s why you came to me in the first place.”

You smile, knowing you were caught. Desire had pooled in you the moment you realized you couldn’t sleep. You were utterly disappointed when you rolled over to an empty bed.

“Yes I would like your help…please.”

You knew you couldn’t play innocent for long. Your husband could read you like a book. He’s always so in tune with the things you need and is always ready to give. He loved making sure his princess was taken care of.

“I need you to sit in my lap correctly.”

He held your hips as he guided you to sit down with your back to his chest. His left arm wrapped tight around your waist and his right slowly made its way further south.

“All you have to do is ask love. I’ll always give you what you need.” All you could do was whimper as he presses kisses into the side of your neck.

You liked to wear his old shirts and some flimsy underwear to bed so it didn’t take much for you to be exposed. Your breath hitched as his fingers lightly danced over the place you wanted him most. You were practically gushing in anticipation.

He glides two fingers over your clit. Slowly moving them in a circle. You clench at the movement, feeling the desire build in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was testing the waters, maybe even teasing you a bit.

“Faster Kookie!”

“Needy thing.”

He speeds up his movements making you moan out in pleasure. You couldn’t help but try to match his rhythm with your hips. It was like he lit a fire in you.

You yelp as his hand comes down against you.

“Stop moving. You know better.”

“Yes sir.”

He kisses the side of your neck, “Good girl.”

One of his fingers slides in with ease. He chuckles as you squirm in his lap. You never got used to the feeling. He slowly moves his finger in and out of you, relishing in the fact that he knows he’s driving you mad. You hate when he takes his time.

“Kookie…..please.”

“Please what?” You don’t have to look at him to see the smirk on his face.

“I want more.”

“Greedy.”

He enters his second finger speeding up his movements. His grip on your waist tightens as he keeps you in place. His fingers knew exactly where to go to make you feel everything. Your body tenses as your release comes closer. Jungkook wasn’t slowing down. He knew that it took consistency to put you over the edge and he always provides the pleasure you desire.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you relentlessly. You had lost all sense of your surroundings. All you could focus on was his arm that wrapped around you - holding you close. You tense in anticipation of your release, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. All it takes is for Jungkook to pull his fingers out and give attention to your neglected clit.

“That’s it, baby. Let me have it.”

You melt into Jungkook as the coil that built up in your stomach unravels. You knew that you had made a mess based on the feeling on your thighs alone. You wanted to get up - to move, so you could help clean up but you could feel the exhaustion creeping through your bones. You were tired and you couldn’t fight it anymore. Jungkook slides his arm under you and easily picks you up - making his way out of the room.

He holds you close as he walks you down the hall. He could see the sleep trying to overcome you, so he spoke quietly. “Let’s get you in bed, baby.”

“But, I made a mess.” You had unintentionally whispered your reply, but he heard you.

“It’s okay, love. Daddy will take care of it.”

You accepted that answer with no pushback. You knew he meant it, he never complained about taking care of you.

He lays you down in bed and grabs a warm towel to wipe you down. Tenderly leaving soft kisses on your thighs as he does so. When he finishes he covers you up in your many blankets and leaves one final kiss on your forehead. He cleans up his office and makes his way back to you fairly quickly, eager to also get some rest.

He pulls you close to him and you nuzzle yourself into his arm, falling asleep with a smile on your face. He was your everything and you couldn’t be more grateful for him.

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Benny saves reader from a zombie

When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.

A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao

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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”

“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”

“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.

“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out. 

“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”

“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.

Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.

“Boring!”

“Didn’t even try.”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.

“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.

***

It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.

“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.

As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Future you was less than pleased.

Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.

“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.

If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.

“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

“I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.

“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”

After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.

Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.

It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.

Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.

“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.

Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.

Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.

When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.

[beabnormal24]

Hi, hello, it’s me again here.

So, of course my competitive butt had to take my own comment about Yuki/Alex as a challenge and now I have 12k or more of a draft.

But I don’t know if I’m doing it correctly, I NEED HELP (also mental help, possibly). I was mostly inspired by AJR’s song ‘Turning out’, which I highly recommend because it’s A MASTERPIECE.

The general idea is: Yuki finds a stray puppy during a storm and he brings it to the prt clinic at the ground floor of his apartment complex where Alex has just started working.

They start to get to know each other but Yuki is still nit sure if he actually likes Alex or if he sees him as a best friend, since he’s never cared about actually getting into a relationship so he had never actually looked at the difference between love and in love.

But it’s also a big period of his life because both Charles and Pierre have moved out of the apartment that they used to all (as in Yuki, Pierre and Charles) live in during university because they have started working and have decided to move in either their respective partners.

Charles is already engaged with Carlos (of course there’s Charlos, it’s my fic) and Pierre hints at proposing to George (I don’t know where this ship came from in my mind but I wanted it, so I wrote about it), and Yuki is starting to feel lonely. [also, other side-couples are Sewis and Landoscar]

He has the company of a puppy called Kuri (because it’s Japanese for chestnut, and I imagine Yuki with a poodle with chestnut fur) and Alexander Albon, funny and tall and easygoing but he doesn’t know what it means to him.

So, lots of introspection as it’s common in my fics and fluff because Yalex has to be a comfort ship, sorry. (And I’m also planning on smut, hehe)

Anyway, here is a little snippet, let me know what you think about it (keep in mind that I am NOT British and I do NOT have a beta reader):

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Karma may be a little fickle tonight, but it certainly pulls him to its side when the heavy rain turns into a light drizzle halfway through his way back to his apartment complex – which isn’t a long journey, per se, but Yuki surely isn’t one to look into a gifted horse’s mouth.

So, by the time he has reached the closed doors of the vet clinic, he is shivering much less than before and the biting cold in his bones has turned into an uncomfortable chill shiver running down his spine from time to time.

What is annoying is the hair plastered down to his eyes dripping wet and the fact that he can’t even try and move a few strands out because his arms are already stuffed full of the sleeping body of a tiny, harmed puppy.

Good God.

The doors stay closed when he finds a sheltered place under the brick's roof of the entrance, but Yuki knows for a fact that Sebastian is never able to leave this place until it’s ten in the evening, because there’s always some animal staying the night after an operation, and he would probably rather close the clinic for good instead of leaving them alone for more than eight hours.

Yuki had never got it, honestly, the sleep and the warm comfort of his bed seems like a much better prospect than staying around sleeping animals in pain, but now that he’s looking at the limp tiny thing in his arms, he may start to understand.

“Sebastian!” he calls out, reaching with his pinky finger to the doorbell. He cries his name a bunch of times, because the rain is starting to fall again and his voice might get covered soon enough, and there’s no way that Yuki is going to wait for him to close everything up – that might take hours, the puppy may be hurting too much by then. “Sebastian, please, it’s an emergency” he must sound like a possessed man, and the lady on the first floor will probably have something to complain about in their next condominium meeting. But she always talks too loudly on her phone on Sunday mornings when Yuki is trying to sleep away a tremendous hangover, so she can honestly go fuck herself – respectfully.

It still takes a few more minutes and a few more desperate calls for the door to open and the dim yellow light of the waiting room to seep on the steps. Yuki slips inside without even waiting for it to open completely, clutching the jacket close to his chest and exhaling deeply through his nose when the warmth of the air-conditioned room finally engulfs him. The puppy sighs against his chest, so it must appreciate the change in temperature, too.

“See, I told you buddy I would get you safe. Yuki always keeps his promises” he says softly, shuffling the bundle of leather closer to his face. The puppy smells pretty bad, a mix of blood and dumpsters rubbish from London neighborhoods, but its tiny eyes are staring back at him all lucid and wide and full of fondness, like it can actually feel love for him, and Yuki can’t even consider the possibility of getting it too far away from his nose.

Yuki may have just fallen in love, too. But it also might be the adrenaline of acting like a freaking hero in a rainstorm when he can barely reach the top cupboard of his kitchen with the help of a stepladder.

But Disney never made a movie about short heroes; he never had a figure to look up to during his childhood.

“Now Sebastian here will take really good care of you, yes? He won’t ever hurt you. Right Seb-” Yuki stops in his tracks when his gaze meets a pair of brown eyes that definitely do not belong to Sebastian, especially with the way he almost has to bend his neck in half to actually look at the face in front of him and not at the expanse of a broad chest hugged by a plain blue polo.

This is not Sebastian’s chest and not Sebastian’s hair and definitely not Sebastian’s lips and definitely definitely not Sebastian’s white coat. Oh.

“You’re not Sebastian” Yuki says dumbly.

Surely enough, there’s a tall lanky guy standing in front of the now closed door, looking only slightly stunned at Yuki’s sudden outburst, like it’s normal to have someone barging inside a vet clinic at half past nine on a Thursday night in the middle of yet another London’s rainy day.

Oh god, but what if this guy is the one who actually barged in? What if Yuki has just uncovered a burglar? But would a burglar open the door for him?

The guy stares at Yuki in silence for two long seconds before he starts patting his abdomen, pretending to check his whole appearance. “Oh, fuck I’m not Sebastian!” the guy exclaims, looking frantically at his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fists like he’s trying to make out the shape of them.

Yuki snorts, shaking his head. This guy could never be a burglar even if his life depended on it, it seems. Besides, he might be slim enough to pass through anything, but he’s still too tall to go unnoticed.

“No, I’m not Sebastian” tall guy says, chuckling to himself. “I’m Alex. You almost made me have an existential crisis right then and there.”

“Identity theft is not a joke”

Alex raises an amused eyebrow at him, like he’s trying to make out the space where Yuki fits in his vision, and he smiles, wide and bright with big teeth and all. “You’re a cultured man, Yuki.”

Yuki furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “How do you know my name?” He asks, looking at the puppy in his arms to make sure- oh, right. “Oh”

Alex laughs again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He must have a tendency for it or maybe it’s just Yuki who looks funny in general. A lot of people have told him that in the past and he still doesn’t know if it’s a good or bad thing.

“You’re funny” Alex states, like it’s some kind of irrefutable axiom. He clasps his hands, taking a few steps forward to start inspecting the bundle between Yuki’s arms. “I heard there was an emergency.”

Instinctively, Yuki clutches the jacket closer, one finger gently caressing the single dot of white in the middle of the beige fur of his head. The puppy yelps softly, snuggling its little nose towards Yuki’s chest, and his heart swells like a balloon.

“Yeah, I really need Sebastian” Yuki says, “I mean, this little thing is hurt, and it really needs a vet.”

“Well, then, it’s a good coincidence I work here, no?” Alex smiles wide, teeth showing between his lips.

Yuki blinks at him. “Uh, no you don’t?” He says but it sounds more like a question than a statement. But, to be fair, he lives above the place, and he has known everyone around here for ages, he would’ve surely remembered someone as tall as this Alex, with such bright dyed hair and this adorable smile-

“Uh, yes I do?” Alex says back, grinning. “I mean, just since this morning. But officially I work here.”

“I’ve never seen you around. And I live here” Yuki says defensively, trying his very best to show at least a smidge of self-consciousness even though he will probably give up pretty easily if Alex keeps staring at him like this – big eyes, big smile, hair that look incredibly morbid.

He hasn’t seen a new face in a while, more so belonging to a cute guy, and there’s still a beer slowly swimming in his stomach, so he should be justified.

“I moved recently” Alex explains, not giving much information away to satiate Yuki’s curiosity. He arches an eyebrow, finally touching the sides of the jacket hanging from Yuki’s arms. Yuki lets him just because he doesn’t really know what to do anymore, and if the guy is really a vet as he’s claiming to be, then he should trust him more than himself.

It definitely is not because his brain is slowly turning to mush at their proximity.

“Now, let’s see what we have here” Alex says, carefully taking the jacket from his arms.

The puppy goes willingly without even whimpering once, instead snuggling happily as it’s deposited against the chest of a new stranger. Traitor, Yuki thinks, though he would probably react the same in its place.

“Hi little baby. How cute are we? So much” Alex coos gently, caressing with his index finger the same spot Yuki had been gently scraping earlier. The puppy gives another satisfied yelp. “Oh, are we hurt? Poor little thing. But now Alex will take good care of you, alright?”

Yuki just stands there looking at the interaction with his hands to the sides, suddenly feeling too empty after so long of hanging desperately on to the tiny animal. But it’s incredibly adorable and endearing the way Alex keeps comforting it, as if it can actually understand what he’s saying, its tiny tail wiggling against the jacket when he manages to scratch a good spot behind his ears.

The puppy must sense that Alex is a good person, and Yuki may be a little dramatic most of the time, but he probably trusts the puppy more than himself. Especially if it’s about a cute guy talking with a high-pitched voice to an adorable animal in pain.

“Now Alex will take you to the other room and we’ll check everything, yeah?” He looks at Yuki then, eyeing him up and down, probably taking in his conditions.

Only then Yuki realizes what he must look like, with his hair flat over his head, raindrops still sliding down his nose, the simple white T-shirt he had been wearing under the jacket now completely soaked, tight against his chest. His shoes make a weird squelching sound when he takes a step forward, his socks clinging uncomfortably to his toes and his pants scratching against his probably already bruised knees.

Fuck, he wanted to wear them for work, there’s no way he’ll wash them in time.

“Uh, sorry?” He mumbles, painfully aware of the puddle he has formed under his feet. He grips at the hem of his T-shirt, uselessly trying to straighten it out and immediately regretting it when his palms leave sticky red handprints in their wakes. Yeah, no, there’s no way this is recoverable.

Alex doesn’t seem angry about it, and as his gaze falls to the stained fabric, he frowns, concerned.

“It’s the puppy’s” Yuki says, cringing at the feeling of blood against his skin.

Oh God, it’s the puppy’s blood. A puppy’s blood is staining his clothes and his hands and he’s going to puke, isn’t he? Or worse, what if this cute guy thinks he hurt it? What if this cute guy thinks he is an attempted murderer? A murderer of puppies?

Yuki is honestly afraid of his own shadow most of the time, and he still sleeps with his night light on when there’s too many thunders outside, but how can he convince Alex of that without embarrassing himself even further?

To his delight, Alex smiles at him, shaking his head with a twinge of fondness that makes Yuki’s cheeks feel incredibly warm for the way he’s still shivering from the cold. “Come on, then” Alex says, turning around “You can clean up and dry off in front of the radiator.”

Yuki doesn’t have to be told twice.

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Paying The Price

〚 Day 5 - Preventative Measures (Not Taken)  〛

〚 Pairing - Sanvers 〛

〚 Summary - Alex ends up paying the price when she doesn't take preventative measures at work. At least she'll have maggie to look after her. 〛

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“Do you not think you should take a coat love?  It’s meant to get a little chilly later on according to the weather.” Maggie called out as Alex finished making her to-go cup of coffee into her flask, “Pretty sure its gonna rain too by the look of those clouds.” 

The agent shook her head and waved her off with a reassuring smile, “It’ll be fine, I’m on roll to do a clinic shift anyway so it’s not like I’m gonna be out in the field or anything like that. I’ll just end up carrying it if I take it. 

That was true. The DEO had recently got wind of a small clinic on the east side of the city which was specially made to treat aliens and offer things like vaccines and just provide general care to those individuals which didn’t feel comfortable in a regular clinic. As such, when the DEO found out, J’onn offered to provide agents as a form of security there as well as to keep things in order. Alex liked her shifts at the clinic, after all, the waiting room chitchat often inadvertently provided inside knowledge to help with ongoing issues, not only that but the environment itself was warm and friendly and the people there seemed to trust her too – she’d even made some friends. 

“Alright then, have a good day at work darling.” Her girlfriend smiled, giving Alex a small kiss before she left, “Don’t forget you’re on food pickup duty tonight too.” She added playfully before beginning to make her own coffee, “I’m thinking pizza?” 

Alex smiled as she picked up her bag and turned to leave, “I won’t forget, don’t worry! Pizza sounds good, alright I’m gonna head off, see you later, have a good day at work babe.” She said before leaving the apartment and making her way out to her car. 

It wasn’t a long drive, about 40 minutes or so. When she arrived, Alex stepped out of the car and involuntarily shivered at the icy chill of the air nipping at her arms, maybe she should’ve brought a coat after all she thought, shaking her head with an eye roll knowing her girlfriend was right. At least she’d be inside for her shift though. As Alex walked through the clinic doors, she immediately noticed the bustling atmosphere. Aliens of various shapes and sizes filled the waiting area, patiently waiting for their turn to be seen by the doctors. It was definitely a lot busier than usual. 

As the agent made her way to the small security desk to clock in, she couldn’t help but inwardly groan at the sight of the other agent on shift. Agent Wilson was one of those guys who never failed to get on her nerves. Something about his cocky, nonchalant attitude always seemed to rub her the wrong way. 

“Agent Danvers it’s always nice of you to show.” He turned around upon hearing her footsteps approach, “I suppose you’ve got the delight of my company, how lucky.” The agent smirked before rooting around in his side pocket before pulling out black surgical mask and putting it on. 

"I'm here to do my job, just like you," Alex replied, choosing to ignore his sarcastic remark, "What’s with the mask?” Wearing a mask wasn’t required or was it advertised so she couldn’t help but question it especially considering no other agents had chosen to wear them in the past. 

  Agent Wilson chuckled condescendingly. "Precautions, Danvers," he said with a hint of mockery in his voice. "You know, to protect myself from any alien bugs. I don’t want my immune system being invaded by foreign bodies." 

She raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of annoyance creep up within her. She was well aware of the potential risks of working in close proximity to sick aliens, but she had always trusted her strong immune system to keep her healthy. She prided herself on being cautious and responsible when it came to her work, but in this instance, she had overlooked the possibility of catching something.  

"Well, that's your choice," Alex finally replied, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "But I'm not here to alienate anyone or treat them like threats. These beings are just seeking medical help, same as any human. And besides, I've been doing shifts here for months without any issues." 

Shaking off her annoyance, Alex walked past him and made her way to the clinic's staff room to change into her uniform, the clinic preferred them to wear their own brand of gear, just as an extra precaution which was understandable.   

As she made her way to one of the smaller lockers, she put down her bag and began changing. It was only then she noticed the slump attitudes of the attending staff. The ambiance of sniffles and coughing, like that of the reception, seemed to fill this room too and spotting one of the Doctors she was familiar with Alex decided to ask what was wrong. 

"Morning," Alex greeted with a friendly smile. "Is everything alright? I couldn't help but notice that a lot of people seem to be under the weather today." 

The doctor sighed tiredly and nodded, confirming Alex's observations. "Yes, unfortunately, it seems that there's a flu-like bug going around. We've been seeing an increase in patients with respiratory symptoms over the past couple of days. We're doing our best to provide care, but it's definitely keeping us busy." 

Alex's concern grew as she processed the information. "Is it affecting the staff too? You don’t look too good yourself Doc.” While most of the staff were aliens themselves and did have a little bit more protective, there was still a good number of human employees. 

Dr. Ramirez nodded again, a hint of weariness in their eyes. "Yeah, a few of our staff members have fallen ill as well. It's a bit of a challenge, this strain is appearing to be highly contagious, but we’ll get through it. We have some people on stand-by to cover if need be.” 

Alex's eyes widened a little. The flu was bad news, especially in a clinic where a diverse range of alien species sought treatment. She couldn't help but wonder if Agent Wilson's decision to wear a mask was more justified than she had initially thought. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asked, her determination to assist in any way she could shining through. 

Dr. Ramirez's weary expression brightened a little at her offer. "Actually, there is something you could do," they replied gratefully. "Since we're short-staffed due to many doctors and nurses falling ill. If you could lend a hand with triaging patients and assisting in basic medical procedures, it would be a tremendous help." 

Without hesitation, Alex nodded, her sense of duty and compassion driving her forward. "Of course, I'll do whatever I can. Just tell me what needs to be done." 

For the remainder of the morning, she continued to help out where necessary, leaving security down to the other agent. It was definitely a lot faster paced but with her background in biochemistry she was well within her depth. By lunchtime it seems her efforts were paying off as the clinic seemed to slow down a little and she was given the go ahead to return back to her position. 

  As Alex made her way back to the security desk, she couldn't help but feel a wave of exhaustion wash over her. The adrenaline and determination that had fuelled her earlier were slowly waning, replaced by a growing fatigue. She attributed it to the increased workload and the emotional toll of seeing so many sick patients. 

Agent Wilson looked up from his desk as Alex approached, his expression filled with surprise. "You're back already? I thought you'd be stuck over there forever, playing doctor." 

Ignoring his snide remark, Alex mustered a weak smile. "It was a bit chaotic, but we managed to get things under control. The staff appreciated the help." 

Wilson raised an eyebrow, a hint of grudging admiration in his voice. "Well, I guess you're not completely useless after all." 

She huffed, shooting the agent a dirty look, “Look if you’ve got a problem with me, leave it at the door. Don’t bring that attitude into- wor- Hh'iishoo! Huh’tshoo!” She quickly bent to the side to catch her sneezes into cupped hands, sniffling at the feeling of subtle pressure rising in her sinuses. 

“I don’t think that’s hygienic Danvers.” He shook his head, as the agent went to go grab some tissues from a nearby box. 

She sighed, realising that Agent Wilson was somewhat right. Sneezing into her hands wasn't the best practice, especially considering the contagious nature of the flu-like bug going around. She quickly discarded the used tissues into a nearby bin and reached for a hand sanitiser bottle on the security desk, squeezing some onto her palms and rubbing them together. 

"You're right, my bad," Alex admitted, her voice slightly muffled by her stuffed nose.  

Agent Wilson's mocking wavered slightly as he observed Alex's tired appearance or maybe it was the fact that Alex Danvers actually apologised to him, "Wow, an apology from Danvers. You have a fever or something?” 

“Just leave it.” Alex's voice was tinged with exhaustion and frustration. She didn't feel like entertaining Agent Wilson's sudden concern. The fatigue that had settled over her earlier was now accompanied by body aches and a growing headache. She had been so focused on helping at the clinic that she hadn't noticed her own symptoms creeping in. 

As the day progressed, her energy waned, and she found herself struggling to focus. Her body felt heavy, and she was occasionally having to turn away to muffle raspy coughs into her elbow which only led to her throat becoming sore. But she tried to ignore it. She had blamed the AC at first, it was just turned up too high... yeah. That was it. 

But with each passing hour, her condition deteriorated further. The fatigue intensified, making it difficult for her to stand upright. Her head throbbed with every movement, and the touch of a fever began to set in, leaving her feeling alternately hot and cold, as beads of sweat lined her brow all-while chills ran up her arms. 

“Don’t you look healthy.” The male agent had commented snidely the next time Alex had learnt her head back against the wall. 

Alex's patience was wearing thin, and she shot him a glare. "I'm not feeling well, okay? So can you please just lay off with the comments?" Her voice was tinged with irritation and exhaustion before giving in to the burning at the back of her throat as she gave a few chesty sounding coughs into her elbow. 

Agent Wilson seemed taken aback by her response, his mocking demeanour fading momentarily. "Oh... I didn't realise you were actually not feeling good." he mumbled, his tone softening, “Sorry.” 

Unbeknownst to her, a kind-hearted doctor, Dr. K'ora, had been in earshot and had noticed the agents declining condition. She approached her with a warm smile, "Excuse me, Agent Danvers, may I borrow you for a moment?” 

Alex nodded, looking over her shoulder to confirm it was okay with Wilson and he waved her off. She felt a sudden tickle in her nose, a telltale sign that a sneeze was imminent. She quickly turned away, covering her face with her elbow, and let out a series of forceful sneezes. "Huh'kshhoo! Huh-choo! Huh'tshoo!" she sneezed, her body shaking with the force of each. 

Dr. K'ora  gestured towards a nearby tissue box, concern evident in her eyes. "Goodness, bless you. I think it’d be a good idea to let me take a look at you, Agent Danvers. You don't look well at all." The doctor commented as she escorted the agent towards a small side room. 

"Thank you," Alex said weakly, her voice hoarse and barely audible. "I didn't realise I was feeling this bad until now." She reached up to rub her temples, trying to alleviate the pounding headache that had settled in. 

Dr. K'ora placed a gentle hand on Alex's shoulder, her touch comforting. "It's not uncommon for people to push through and ignore their own health when they're focused on helping others," she said kindly. "But it's important to take care of yourself too. Let me check your symptoms and see what's going on." 

Alex nodded, grateful for the doctor's understanding. She sat back in the chair, allowing Dr. K'ora to examine her. The doctor felt her forehead, noting the warmth radiating from her skin, and listened to her lungs with a stethoscope. After a thorough examination, Dr. K'ora stepped back, a concerned expression on her face. 

"I'm sorry to say, Agent Danvers, but it seems you've caught the flu that's been going around," Dr. K'ora explained gently. "Your symptoms—fatigue, headache, body aches, coughing, and sneezing—are all indicative of the flu. It's important that you take some time off and rest." 

Alex's heart sank. She had hoped it was just a passing illness, but it seemed she was in for a rough few days. "I’m sorry, is this going to cause a problem with staffing? My shift isn’t due for end for a few hours yet.” 

Dr. K'ora smiled kindly. "It happens to the best of us. I will inform your superiors and arrange for someone to pick you up. In the meantime, please make yourself comfortable here." 

As the doctor left to inform the necessary personnel, Alex settled into the small room, grateful for the opportunity to rest. She curled up on the examination table, wrapping herself in a blanket provided by the clinic. The fatigue weighed heavily on her, and her body felt achy and weak. 

Time passed slowly as she lay there, her mind wandering through a haze of fever and discomfort. She thought about Maggie and how she would react when she found out. She hoped her girlfriend wouldn't worry too much, knowing that she had a habit of being overprotective. 

As if on cue, a soft knock on the door interrupted Alex's thoughts. She weakly called out, giving permission for the person to enter. To her relief, it was a familiar face—Maggie. Alex's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her girlfriend, a mix of worry and tenderness evident on her face. 

“I heard you weren’t feeling well, poor thing.” She soothed, letting her hand come to rest over the warm forehead of the agent as she came to sit beside her. 

Alex leaned into Maggie's touch, finding solace in her presence. "Hey," she whispered hoarsely, a weak smile gracing her lips. "I didn't expect you to come all the way here." 

Maggie brushed a strand of hair away from Alex's forehead gently. "Of course I would come," she replied softly. "You're not feeling well, and I wanted to be here for you. How are you holding up?" 

Alex let out a weak chuckle, followed by a cough. "I've been better," she admitted. 

"You always put others first, Alex. It's time to let someone take care of you now." Maggie’s voice was filled with concern and affection as she offered her arms out to her girlfriend, pulling her into a warm hug. 

In that moment, Alex realised how lucky she was to have Maggie by her side. She buried her face in Maggie's shoulder, feeling a mix of gratitude and vulnerability wash over her. Maggie's presence provided comfort and reassurance, reminding Alex that she didn't have to face this illness alone. 

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Alex's fatigue started to catch up with her. The weight of her eyelids became heavier, and her body begged for rest. Maggie sensed her exhaustion and gently guided Alex to lie down on the examination table, adjusting the blanket to keep her warm. 

"Should we get you home, hm?" Maggie whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "We can stop on the way and pick up some soup from that takeout you like, that might help you feel better. Whatever you need I’m sure we can get it.” 

Alex nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering closed. "That sounds... nice, but what about your pizza?" she murmured, already feeling the pull of sleep tugging at her, “’Mm tired Maggs.” 

“Pizza can wait, what you need is something easy right now. I know you’re tired baby, you can go to sleep in the car alright?” 

“Thanks.” 

Maggie sat by her side, gently stroking Alex's hair, a soft smile on her face. "Always, love. Now, let’s get you home.” 

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To See Her Like That

Summary: Azula knows that she broke Sokka. She knows that Jet broke her. She doesn't want to do the same thing to Chan.

He said that he wouldn’t leave her. 

He said that before he knew what he was getting into.

Now he says that she is too much work and he just wanted something ‘chill’. 

To be fair, he isn’t equipped to handle the kind of problems that she has. She probably had been asking way too much of him. As fair as fairness goes, what is fair to Sokka isn’t fair to her. 

At least he had been respectful—as much as Sokka can be anyhow—not like Jet.

Sokka had disappointed her.

Jet had broken her entirely. 

She has been cautioned by veterans that psych ward romances are a dreadful thing to pursue but sometimes Azula thinks that, that is her only option. Really, the only people who could stomach visiting her when she finds herself there are the people who show up often themselves. 

She could probably find someone. A person whose problems are nothing like hers but, at the same time, are also compatible. She has yet to find anyone who is compatible with her personality. Most people, even there, find her to be abrasive and off putting. 

And that’s why she has to keep herself in check. She has been doing so well. She walks with her head held high and her hair styled nicely. Her clothes are unwrinkled and they smell faintly of laundry detergent. She smells of the perfume that she has spritzed herself with that morning. Her makeup has been done artfully—artfully and with the extra care to conceal the bags that have begun to reappear under her eyes.

She leans against her locker and closes her eyes, forehead propped up against the forearm that she has raised above her head, her fingers curl around the frame of the locker. She stares at a pile of textbooks, willing herself to pick out the ones that she needs so that she can head to volleyball. So that she can look at them later and keep her grades at a perfect hundred. 

She can’t let them slip a second time, she’d pulled herself out with a low A and a searing cluster of B’s to mar what would have been an impeccable GPA. She grips the locker tighter and exhales, drumming her fingernails upon the metal. 

“You and Chan are going the movie theater this weekend, right?” TyLee’s voice causes her to jolt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

She exhales again. “Yes. We are. Why?” 

“Well, I was wondering if Mai and I can tag along. We haven’t had a double date in awhile!” 

Azula flinches she hasn’t had a date at all. At least not in the last two years. To think that it has been that long. “The two of you can come along.” Azula replies. It might be better to take her first date in a while with company.

He texts her a lot. Mostly to tell her that she is pretty and that her haircut suits her. She doesn’t like her haircut, it hasn’t looked right since she��d tried to do the job herself. Her stomach tickles at the memory and she quickly shoves it back in its place. 

He calls her too. 

Talks to her for hours. 

But that’s only because he has no idea…

He’d hang up if he knew. 

She thinks about Sokka when he texts. They have the same sense of humor. They have the same typing quirks that drive her up the wall—that is to say that they always substitute ‘too’ with the number two and ‘for’ with the number four. Grammar is not important to them and spelling has even less value. 

And it hurts. Because she knows that it is her own fault. Sokka was perfectly caring. He meant well and she had done what she always does. Did? She thinks that she is a better person now, but sometimes she has her doubts. 

She loved Sokka so much. 

Maybe he would have been more willing to visit her in the psych ward if she hadn’t cheated on him for TyLee. Maybe he would have been less terrified of her screaming and crying if they hadn’t been preceded by lies and manipulations. Guilt trips and mind games. 

Sokka loved her and she loved control. She loved Sokka. She loved to control Sokka. She had to know what he was doing, who he was talking to. She told him that it was his fault; that she knew that he had a reputation for being flirty and that she wouldn’t tolerate it. That she wouldn’t have had to check his phone if he didn’t get around so much. 

Really it was her fault. Her own mind. Those whispers that were her own and her father’s telling her that she is impossible to love. In such a case, of course Sokka would seek love on the side. And so she’d done just the same—a preemptive measure. 

He didn’t leave her just then.

He should have. 

He had taken so much more than he should have. 

He still doesn’t hate her. 

But Katara does. 

And Hakoda does. 

He still doesn’t smile quite the same way that he had before he met her. 

That is how Azula knows that she deserved Jet.

The way he talked to her; oh he had said many things and sometimes when she is trying to get some sleep she remembers them. 

The early morning hours give her time to juxtaposed his words with her own. “You’re sleeping with Mai, aren’t you? To steal her from your brother? If I wanted to date a slut I would have picked TyLee.” Against “I saw you flirting Yue again. I expect loyalty, not a man who snaps nudes for every girl who looks at him.”  

“Why are you wearing those? You look prettier without them.” Until then she had liked her glasses, she thought that they made her look intellectual. But with some back and forth, she had come to decide that contacts would be better suited for her. They are less of a hassle with volleyball anyways. Even then Jet still concluded that she’s not that attractive anyways. Her face is too soft. It isn’t really any different than when she told Sokka, “keep making jokes, Sokka, I guess that you have to have something since you don’t have aesthetic pleasantries.”

“I can tell that it’s off season. I think that your face is getting softer. You should probably find another sport to join.” It sounds very much the same as, “I’m dating the hockey star, not the chubby band kid.” That had been a raw spot for Sokka who loved to snack on chocolate bars after practice but never did so in front of her again. Azula had taken up archery.  

“Everybody knows what you did to Sokka. I’m the only one who trusts you now.” It’s fine. She doesn’t trust herself much either. She doesn’t really trust anyone anymore. “I’m not going to get into that car with you, everyone knows about your DUI. You put Haru in the hospital.” It hadn’t been a DUI; she found out months later that Sokka is diabetic. The rumors in this school have always been outlandish. She loved listening to them and all of their ludicrous complexities. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? I thought that you were a little off but y-you’re crazy. You’re batshit fucking insane!” Those were parting words but those words never parted with her.

She had never said anything like that to Sokka. 

Indeed Jet had a way of reminding her of what she is. No. It hadn’t been a reminder. It had been an eye opener. To hear versions of her words on someone else’s tongue and realize just how unpleasant, how utterly horrible they are…

She is not a good girlfriend.

She is not a good person. 

She had damaged Sokka, changed him for the worst. Left him to pick up the pieces and figure out how to love and trust again.

And Jet had done her the same.  

She can’t complain. She deserves it. 

She started it.

She would have stayed with him if he wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with her. 

They could have each other so that others won’t have to get caught up with either of them.

Maybe next time he texts, she will answer. 

Before she ruins Chan too. 

.oOo.

Azula thinks too much. She thinks until her head is pounding. It used to be the product of expectations—her own, father’s, those of her teachers, those of her classmates—and not being able to meet them. Her dread and stress had all boiled down to not being good enough. That was relatively simple and she had started to get used to that. Used to the fear that she won’t amount to anything in spite of her skill and her luck. 

Regret is new. Guilt is new. 

They stir in with her former anxieties and concoct something unpalatable. Something that she can’t deal with for much longer. 

She is supposed to be going to the movies. But she can’t dress herself because she can’t look in the mirror. She can’t look in the mirror because she is going to see an amalgamation of every horrible thing that Jet has ever told her. Every horrible thing that her father has called her when she fell just shy of his standards.

She is going to see the person who doesn’t treat other people right. 

TyLee tells her that she is doing better, that she has gotten a lot friendlier. But TyLee has a habit of telling her exactly what she wants to hear. Azula can’t tell if it is out of fear or just TyLee being her bubbly, happy self. 

Zuko had told her that she is easier to talk to these days. But right now she can’t recall him doing so.

She doesn’t want to go back to the psych ward. She doesn’t want that gossip to revitalize, not when it had just started to die down. She doesn’t want Chan to look at her the way Jet had. With disgust and with fear. With hatred. 

She has to get herself under control and she has to do it fast. 

Her heart is racing and it does so in double time; faster than it would have if she weren’t trying so damn hard to make it stop.

Her phone buzzes. 

Chan has this annoying habit of saying, “I’m on my way” when he is pulling into her driveway. 

He is going to see her like this; hyperventilating with tears streaming down her cheek. And if he bothers to ask her why, she won’t be able to tell him. She doesn’t know why she is so distraught; things have been going very well. 

She had recovered. She was better. 

She. Was. Better.  

She cups her head in her hands, practically clawing at her hairline. 

She can get herself under control.

She needs more time. 

She just needs more time.

She hears footsteps on the stairs and they are getting closer. She catches a glimpse of a shadow and then Chan’s frame fills the doorway. She told herself that it wouldn’t happen again. That she would never get that bad again. But here, now, she is feeling out of sorts and disconnected, panicked and numb all over again. Reliving that which has already happened. Same situation. Different face.

She had been feeling off for the better part of the morning.

School has been overwhelming, the workload combined with her volleyball practices, and those career building workshops that father has her attend just to fluff up her odds of getting accepted into the top universities. 

There is just so much to do. There is always so much to do.

She should be working on the pile of assignments—they are all piling up and not for her own laziness. She has been chipping away at that stack of homework and college prep work, but for every assignment she turns in, she receives another. And when it is a competition weekend the pile doubles. Sometimes she thinks that father has unreasonable expectations. Most of the time she faults herself for not meeting them. 

She should be working on that pile but she is at the mall with Jet. They have just finished a movie that she wasn’t particularly interested in to begin with. A movie whose dialogue had been drowned out by her own inner monologue. 

She doesn’t feel like herself. She mostly just wants to go home. She hasn’t spoken to Mai and TyLee in a while and they are probably getting sick of her blowing them off for Jet and for her studies. 

Jet has his arm slung over her shoulder. She fakes a smile. He snaps a photo. They are an enviable couple and anyone in the school would kill to have the sort of relationship that they have…as it is presented on their screens.

She sips at her strawberry lemonade. Evidently it is the most enjoyable thing she has had all day. Really she would rather be alone. Alone and getting through all of her assignments with willpower and, perhaps, a touch of coffee. By the time she gets home she will only have an hour left to do at least three hour’s worth of work. And she knows what father will say. Perhaps there is a part of her that wants him to become furious and sacre Jet off so that she can finally be free of him without the option to take him back when he inevitably crosses a line before coming back with a gift and kind words. 

She thinks that he knows that she doesn’t want to be alone. 

Her head hurts so much. Maybe it is the lighting in this place. Maybe the movie had been too loud.

Maybe it is that she she spots Sokka with Suki on the other side of the food court, just leaving the arcade. 

The next time she looks up they are kissing and that is enough… 

Truth be told she doesn’t remember much about what happened after that. 

Just that Jet hadn't visited her. And that he had made it apparent that he thinks she’s embarrassing to be around. 

“Do you know how many people saw you screaming like that?”

She hadn’t been keeping track. She doesn’t think any of them knew her, aside from Sokka and Suki of course. But they didn’t talk. They didn’t talk because they hadn’t been there at all. And Jet didn’t talk—his reputation was at stake too. 

“What if you do it again? What if you do that in school?”

She likes to think that she has more self control than that. Obviously that day had been a fluke–the product of a few all nighters and a hefty amount of stress. A thing to lock up and hide away with the rest of her family’s secrets. If father could make Zuko’s juvie record disappear than he can cover up a brief visit to a mental health facility. 

And he had; people still ask her how her trip to Ember Island was. She tells them that it was uneventful. 

This time she will tell them that she had gotten to eat at an over the water restaurant. Just to add a pretty little kick to the lie. 

She isn’t crazy. 

She can’t be. 

She has too much going for her to let her own mind take her down. 

“Azula?”  Chan’s voice intrudes on her thoughts. 

She should have at least shut and locked her bedroom door. Not that her mind is in any place to think things through. At least father isn’t home. 

She isn’t crazy. She can’t be.

And yet…

Sometimes she sees mother in the crowd at pep rallies and volleyball games. Sometimes her face is as bloodied and broken as the car accident had left it. 

Almost every time, mother asks her why she and Zuzu did this to her. If only they could have just behaved; stopped bickering and let her focus on driving. 

She wonders if Zuzu sees her too. If that’s why he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. If that’s why he has grown fond of weed and booze. She wonders if that’s why father is so cross with the both of them; why he doesn’t look at them the same way anymore. Why he tells Zuko that he is good for nothing and to stay out of his sight and why he loads her with so many extracurriculars that she is hardly home. 

It isn’t because he loves her and cares about her education. Sometimes Azula thinks that he wants to see her fail. She has simply been harder to sink than Zuzu was. But she is sinking now. Sinking and thinking. 

Thinking of Sokka who, before she had hurt him, had always kept her above the water. 

She doesn’t realize that she has been crying until Chan is wiping the tears out of her face. 

“What’s going on?”

“Go away, Chan!” 

He flinches. “Uh…I was kind of hoping to stay.” 

This earns him a laugh. One of those laughs that isn’t quite right, the type that falls upon ears the wrong way. But she can’t quite help it; what a ridiculous thing to say. “Why do you want to stay, Chan?”

“To make sure that you’re okay.” 

And a ridiculous follow up. “Do I look okay?” Her stomach sinks. He is just trying to help and she is being so hateful. But that is just her nature, she supposes. He can leave her like Sokka had. It is probably better if he does, she doesn’t need to make a mess of his life too. His father has it in for him as it is. He is probably one house party away from being homeless.

“You look fantastic!” He gives her a thumbs up. 

This time her laugh is more genuine, but it is not without that strange hitch. “That’s not what I meant.” She certainly hadn’t started this relationship with Chan for his brains. Sometimes she thinks that he thinks that she is only with him for his chiseled abs and athletic achievements. Truth be told she isn’t sure why she had gone for him—probably because he is just enough like Sokka for her to pretend…

But no. As he scoops her into his arms she thinks that she knows why; he doesn’t look at her the way most people do. With both awe and sheepishness. Sometimes she can best compare him to a golden retriever. And she thinks that she knows what her type is. 

She enjoys the company of goofballs: lighthearted people who add some color into her life. 

Chan rubs the back of her hand. “Should I tell Mai and TyLee that we won’t be able to make it to the mall?”

This time she is able to bite her tongue, to clear it of bite and sarcasm. She still doesn’t chance opening her mouth, opting to nod instead. 

.oOo.

Her throat is raw. That much is evident when she finally manages to speak. “Why are you still here?”

“That sounds like it hurts. Do you want me to make you some tea?” 

“Why are you still here?”

He stands up and her heart skips a beat. But he only walks as far as the bathroom. She hears him run the faucet. “At least drink this.” 

She doesn’t like tap water but her throat is terribly sore. She cups the glass in her hands and takes a good mouthful of water. It tastes like minerals and metal. Her face scrunches. “Why are you still here, Chan?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Because you just saw me…” she trails off. 

“Is that why Jet left?” At her grimace he winces. “Sorry, bad question. Insensitive?”

“That’s a good word for it.”

“Thanks, I heard you say it and thought that I would try to add it to my vocab.”  He gives her a finger gun. 

She rolls her eyes. And then her expression goes blank. “Yes. That’s why Jet left me. It doesn’t matter though. He wasn’t that special.”

“That’s like a polite way of saying that he’s kind of a dick?”

She laughs, as much as she can with her throat burning. “I suppose. Yes.” 

“You want me to carry you to the couch. We can watch a movie on the couch or I can play my mixtape for you.”

“Another mixtape?”

“Yeah! I call this one: songs to play when you’re in the locker room with the boys!” 

“You are neither in the locker room nor with the boys.”

“Which is why we have the mixtape! So we can create an atmosphere and use our imaginations.” 

“I suppose that we can listen to your mixtape.” It isn’t as though she has anything better to do. At least listening to the mixtape will make it feel like an ordinary day. An ordinary date. 

“Do I…?” She frowns to herself. “Do I treat you well, Chan?”

“Huh?”

“Am I…do I ever hurt you?”

“What? No. Where is that coming from?” 

She shrugs. “I’ve been told that I’m not good with relationships.” 

“Is anyone?” He quirks a brow. “Ruon and Jin say that I’m thoughtless and too full of myself to love them.” 

“There’s a difference between thoughtless and…what I am.” 

“What are you?”

Her therapist called her an abuser. A manipulator. Katara had too. And Hakoda. And Suki. “The kind of person who hurts people. Probably a family trait. Mai said the same thing about Zuko.” But Zuko has gotten better. Haru always speaks so well of him. 

“You never hurt me.” Chan shrugs. He sets her down on the couch and flops down next to her. She lets him rest his hand on her knee. 

“Yet.” Azula mutters. “Give me time.” 

“We’ve been together for almost a year now.” 

“Sokka is still scared of me.” And he probably should be. She would stay away from someone like herself. 

She does avoid someone like herself. 

She isn’t sure if she is afraid of Jet, but she certainly isn’t comfortable around him. 

“Have you tried apologizing?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want him to forgive me, Chan.” She replies. “I want him to be happy with Suki and…move on.” She wants to forget about Jet. About the habits he has instilled within her. The seeds of doubt and mistrust that had been planted by Ozai and nurtured by Jet. 

Chan tilts his head. It’s the same gesture and expression he gives her when she is helping him with his homework. 

“Some things just need to stay buried. It’s better for everyone.”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his head. “I guess.” 

Azula wonders if Sokka hopes that she is happy with Chan. She can’t imagine him wishing her ill, even in spite of everything.

“You should still apologize to him though. I don’t know, tell him that he doesn’t have to forgive you if he doesn’t want to?” 

Azula furrows her brows and presses her lips together. “Yes. Perhaps.” She swallows. 

“I can come with you.” 

She shakes her head. “I’d need to do it alone.”

Chan nods. “Fair enough.”

They are quiet for the longest time. She relishes in the feeling of him rubbing up and down her thigh. And then he takes her hand. 

“Do you want to listen to that mixtape now?” 

Azula nods. 

“Okay well, now that I’m thinking about it, some of the songs are a little embarrassing so try not to cringe too much.”

“Maybe I’ll like your horrible taste in music this time.” 

“What kind of music do you like?” He asks as he puts the disk into the player. 

She enjoys grindcore and black metal but she doesn’t think that he is ready for that just yet. “Whatever TyLee is listening to.” 

“I think that you are lying and that you should make a mixtape for us to listen to on our way to our next date.” 

“I suppose that I can.” She supposes that, since he had stayed with her today, he can probably handle her interesting musical choices. Maybe one day she will be able to tell him exactly why Jet had left her. She probably should, before he figures it out on his own. 

She lets a few songs come and go. She doesn’t hate them. She doesn’t love them. But she enjoys that they make Chan smile. She appreciates that he tries to sing along; that he is willing to risk his impeccable reputation to make her smile. 

She will tell him. 

By the end of the night she will let him know exactly what he is in for if he chooses to stay with her. 

By the end of the night he is still holding her. He doesn’t exactly know what to say, which is probably why he says nothing. He doesn’t need to. She is just glad to know that he is willing to give her a chance. She is just glad to know that she is not a lost cause. 

She is glad to know that she is not like her father. 

That she and Jet are not as similar as she had thought.

[andywinter16]

Glaives react to their S/O having lot of pets

She loves animals and they love her back! 

Will coax you into getting more of them (cuz you know they could get lonely and sad)

be prepared that she spoils them rotten (no seriously, they won´t eat the food you usually bought them, but only the special and expensive one from Crowe)

 he knew you had lot of animals ... but not THAT MUCH!

will be absolutely thrilled when they nap on him (widened eyes while mouthing “ I was chosen!”)

some of your animals may adopt him as their own or like him much better than you (especially cats! for some reasons)

loves it! he´s farmer boy through and through

will definitively help you take care of them and show them so much love

will also advise you on how to take care of them properly (it´s his second nature)

“You have a zoo or something? Should i be scared of catching flees?” 

some of your pets may bite him (and he deserves that! but suprisingly good with dogs)

still would love playing with them (you´re questioning sometimes how they managed to broke something with their shenanningas)

makes them toys, cuz Soni is that good!

teaches them tricks and treats them like his own children

definitively talks to them like a humans and its truly endearing. (”Mr. Pawpaw would you like your wet food with losos or chicken?” “Mewrr mwrr!” “Ah, yeah I think losos is really good choice.”)

the BIGGEST smile on his face and then sneeze (boy is probably alergic on some fur, but that never stops him from petting them)

would rather die to his allergies while happily petting and cuddling your animals 

definitively takes photos of your animals while sleeping or when they do something cute (you have whole file in your phone with them)

Nyx is being careful with them. Not in like he would felt in danger around them, but more like ... he´s scared he would step on their tails or accidentaly hurt them

your animals loves him! Birds are chilling in his hair or his shoulders, cats and dogs are sleeping on him, ... you probably get the image

he will definively take them for a walks or to veterinary 

“Woah, you have a big animal family there!”

Will probably at first be like he doesn´t like them or indiferent, but he actualy adores them. Libertus also talks to them, but with that baby talk (He can´t helps it, okay? They are precious beings)

will bring you injured animals or just one he found on the street (”Well, they need love too, you know?”)

He´s indifferent to it, they are yours and he will respect that

lowkey is really enjoying their company and shennaningas (his face always softens so much)

Titus will also intruduce you to his helldog, who likes only him

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Vanessa Headcanons because I’ve been thinking about her

Has a MAJOR inferiority complex, which is why she gets so jealous over stupid, minuscule things, like Gregory’s whole existence

She has SOMEHOW convinced and taught the animatronics how to play D&D with her. She’s the DM, they’re her players

She has glasses for the glare from lights at night and from computers because it gives her a MASSIVE headache, but she Never Wears Them

Because of her stupidity, the neon lights in the Pizzaplex hurt her head and eyes A Lot

She and Glitchtrap are actually capable of being civil with each other, and every time it happens, Vanessa is both surprised and kinda saddened that it doesn’t happen more often. But at the same time, she’s disgusted with herself for acting so friendly with this literal monster. But also, he’s really the only company she has outside of work, and it’s better than him being awful to her. It’s just a very conflicting situation.

But yeah, they can be chill at times

She clicks her tongue when she’s doing a task or about to do something. It’s like her version of revving an engine

Also will chatter/click her teeth when doing a task

Touches her chest and throat a lot for seemingly no reason

Never Takes Her Bra Off

Homegirl will wear the same bra for six months straight (same lol) (it’s the Feminine Experience)

She’ll sleep in it, too (again: same)

Computers and another kinds of tech will sometimes glitch out when she’s standing near them. Wonder why that happens…

Most animals will also growl when she’s around them. Or will whimper and try to get away. How weird…

LOVES home renovation shows, much to Glitchtrap’s annoyance. She just likes looking at the pretty houses!

Stays away from alcohol because Glitchtrap will make her overindulge to sate his own thirst for liquor

“I have to pee so bad.” “Then go pee??” “No.”

This is why she has kidney problems

Breaks out into hives when she’s stressed out

Gregory starts to say she has fleas, which makes her So Mad

Pulls her hair out when she’s frustrated

Her Oculus headset is sitting in its box in her closet. She Never uses it anymore. She wants to sell it.

Listens to ASMR

Gets sunburned Really Easily

When she’s out in the sun for long enough, her freckles will come out more. The animatronics Love Them

Once slammed her fingers in a door because she felt Glitchtrap trying to take over

[lonelysa1lor]

FREE SPACE ASK TO TALK ABOUT OCS!!!! GO ON!!!!! WE'RE LISTENING!!!!! [holds up microphone to you] WHO ARE THEY!!!! WHAT DO THEY DO!!!!! GJVE THEM A LITTLE KISS OR A LITTLE SMACK ON YHE BACK OF THE HEAD, WHICHEVER IS APPROPRIATE!!!!!!

OH UH

WHICH ONE UH- ILL JUST DO ALL OF THEM ROUGHLY I GUESS???

So the whole gang is made up of OCs between me and my friend. I'd describe the group as found family full of nightmares and they've made it everyone elses problem :D

The OG gang, lovingly nicknamed the Blursed,is made up of four people. Elias Bennett, Gerry Fitzcuboid,Thomas Quasi and Sio Idemir (lastname varies). They are all time travellers and terrible people :D

There are more but I'd refer to them as Side Quests even though they do have their own lore n stuff (Henri Ampier for reference).

For now I will give small descriptions because I can't choose who to go into more detail about.

Elias Angelou Bennett, a self insert who's nothing like me anymore, is a 30 year old Necromancer from another dimension called The Realghms (pronounced realms). He's the one whos committed the most crimes in the Blursed and that surprises no one. He's apart of a generational curse made by the fae that doom him in ways he desperately tries to avoid. I can't go to into it without explaining a bunch of other stuff so I'll do that later! He's Sio's childhood best friend, co-owner of a perfume company,missing a finger due to a very bad april fools prank, and currently in a Queer Platonic relationship to an Immortal on Earth named Henri Ampier. He's also the ambassador to the country that cursed him.

Gerry Fitzcuboid is the newest and youngest in the Blursed timeline, He's an english 27 year old and actually from 1900s Earth! In 1927 he moved (basically kidnapped) from France to The Realghms and stayed there for the rest of his life. He was originally written to be the sweetness to the Blurseds chaos but that's changed alot over time (both in story and while expanding the lore). He had a momentary fling with Thomas Q in France but broke up with him on the same day he wound up in the Realghms (it was a wild day and needs alot more context that I wont explain right now because its funny). His current relationship is with the God of Hunger, who we call Wheetabix. He's committed the least crimes of all the Blursed and uses his goody two shoes-ness against people. Gerry is shared-custody between me and my friend.

Thomas Quasi, The oldest of the group at 42, Sio's husband. He was in a band, and in an abusive marriage. He's my friends OC so there's only so much detail I can to into but I'll try. He didn't know his wife's name until her wedding, he'd been assuming a nickname was her actual name the whole time. He also didn't know she was royalty. Thomas was unable to fight a war due to the laws of his country, which exempt citizens from fighting. He's a witch with a wyvern familiar named Tim Bentley. He's adopted but doesn't talk to his parents much since he had a teen pregnancy moment with his at the time GF which resulted in them both being kicked out of their homes. His ex-GFs son is Sio's no.1 fan. He's the guy who removed Elias' finger and was the victim of a shit april fools prank.

Sio Idemir, My friend self insert gone too far, is a 32 year old ex-knight and necromancer. She and Thomas are couples goals. She's co-owner of a perfume company with Elias. Sio is a princess who really doesnt want the throne of this Greek-Roman-ish kingdom. She hold's a in-universe Guinness World Record for getting the most soldiers killed in a single battle [it wasn't her fault] She has an odd obsession with 70's earth and Robert Plant. Despite the fact that she has a business and is royalty, she rarely actually has money on her. During the trip in 1927 France, she became the irl phantom of the opera while chilling in the Palais Garnier Opera House and then stole clothes from Coco Chanel. She has a dog named Antionette :D

That's the main 4, there are more and there's a lot more context but It'd take 3 hours worth of explanation and then another 6 of actual lore analysis.

Henri Ampier- Immortal Ferryman of the river styx, was also the pied piper. Elias' frenemy across time and space. [My OC]

Kolin Darcy- Sio's cousin, a terrible playwright. He's the Colin Robinson of the group. His wife is cheating on him with a guy who's my friend has said looks like Antonio Banderas. Good for her [Friends OC] Edonne- Thomas' son, raised by a Thomas' ex girlfriend after they broke up. Sio's No.1 fan and thematic parallel [Friends OC]

Wheetabix- God of Hunger, like if a greek god became a surfer boy and wasnt actually a god nor greek. Gerry's fling. [Shared Custody]

OKAY I THINK THAT'S THE MOST OF IT. WOOP WOOP

[weebsinstash]

More Val pls 😭 there’s never enough of him

I like this nasty man an unhealthy amount so I could just spit ball some random concepts I've been having for him

-I've been playing around with the different products and things I do to my hair and it made me think of like, since Val is so materialistic and likes having "pretty company" that he starts obsessing over Reader and their hair. Like, I mentioned before a concept "oh what if Reader's hair or eyes or something on them glowed" cause, you know, hes a moth, and you're just sitting chilling during or after your shift and like, he's on the phone or doing something where you aren't 100% paying attention to him and he just. Reaches over and starts playing with your hair. You're trying not to side eye him and give him weird looks in confusion as he's just casually twisting a strand of your hair around a finger, maybe running his fingers through it, just kind of, all but palming the top of your head. And you can't ask him what the fucking deal is because he's on the phone and you're just a server and you don't want him to potentially give you the pimp hand for interrupting what sounds like a potential business deal (and of course that's his intention). he's just getting his hands and fingers all up in that shit while you can't say anything while he's seeing your hair texture, where your parts are, the state of your hair and your scalp, maybe you catch a scowl or two if you have an issue like accidentally using too much conditioner or he sees any dandruff, making a mental note to "fix you later"

-couple that with another idea of "Valentino making you hate your own hair and maybe since it glows its white or something and one day he EXTREMELY pisses you off and the very next shift you have you slam his drink down on the table 'here you go Mr Valentino ^^' and he looks up and you've dyed your hair jet black and it doesn't glow now and he INSTANTLY drags you to HIS salon and his hair stylist to get all that out of your hair without damaging it (and maybe you even dyed it wrong or with the wrong materials to try and damage it or make the dye permanant on purpose just to piss him off and hope he leaves you alone, which he doesnt)

-Be high maintenance to be low maintenance. He wants to see you all fixed up without garnering animosity from, well, the hoes. Everyone is in the limo and he says some shit like how recently everyone's been earning him a lot of money so he's gonna treat everyone and he's just kind of like "and you can come too I guess 🙄" as if he's just throwing you in there as an extra but in actuality this is him avoiding anyone going "but Daddy why do THEY get XYZ and not me 🥺" because if he could, like, he'd just be a two faced asshole and blatantly pamper you while neglecting his hardest workers like, say, Angel. I've even considered, like, what if Valentino notices huge changes in Angel's positivity and obedience and just overall demeanor after he hangs out with you (because remember, Angel has a little sis who presumably went to Heaven and he misses her a lot) and Valentino kind of makes you two a package deal: if he keeps you happy, you help keep Angel happy and easier to manipulate

-like just imagine Angel is trying to stick up for himself amd tell Val, hey maybe I don't wanna sleep with that john, he's a real fuckin creep, and Valentino just cocks a brow, "oh, you want me to have your little friend do it instead?" And Angel is just alright sir right away sir thank you for this opportunity Mista Valentino 😊 like. Depressing

-another idea I've had is like, what if Valentino actually didn't even really care for you but VOX does and once he starts paying attention to you, it sucks Val in. And this kind of ranges from everything of "you're kind of a gamer/dweeb like Vox and you two click" to "you produce music and Vox is aware of/fan of your stuff, or Velvet is if Reader is like, an idol, because why not for fun lmao" to "you're a chick but you're a little more 'butch and tough' than Val's other girls and he's like a bottom or a switch and he likes that

Like can you imagine like, everyone is in the limo when it pops a tire or some shit and everyone has to get out on the sidewalk, and maybe someone on limo maintenance fucks up and there's no jack, or maybe one of the drivers is too dumb to know how to properly remove a tire, and Vox and Val are just getting progressively pissed off and, there you are, rolling up your sleeves and just, reaching down and, getting the breaker bar to finally spin and loosen the bolts around the tire, or even reaching down and picking up the limo (because really, where is the fun in putting Reader in a world with magic and powers and not getting anything ourselves"

Or someone comes to try and kill Val because he's a gangster and maybe he fucked someone over on a deal and that secret second job I.M.P training of yours kicks in and you practically become John Wick. You do some sly shit like idk catch Vox from falling and tripping or pulling him just out of reach of getting fucked up and all but pull him into a tango dip and maybe to lighten the mood you try to joke around "hey handsome you come here often?" While you're holding him up with your strength like he weighs nothing and he's just PINK and later on he's laying with Val in bed "hey I think I might be bi actually???" while Val pokes and prods to find out who tf he's talking about

-I've thought of really just goofy concepts for fun like, what if there's a dance competition with a cash prize and Reader who is maybe male in this idea is on the downlow but is like a dance major or even a hip hop superstar and he enters the competition and he's nearly in the semifinal round and suddenly the shows like "and for an extra special guest judge today we have the Porn King of Pentagram City, Valentino!!!" and your blood runs cold because like you're not exactly stripping but there have been quite a few dances where you've been dropping your ass a lil bit and being just more than a little zesty and Valentino turns his eyes to you and he's got just the most smug "I caught your ass" smirk on his face. The version of you Valentino knows is blunt and quiet and doesn't talk much, all but over compensating masculinity, and yet here you are, shaking that waist and ass of yours until he wants to squeeze you with all of his hands.

-honestly just concepts in general where Reader turns out to have some sort of artistic gift are fun. Reader is an author and Valentino finds out your porn is actually pretty good, or maybe he's entertained the quiet shy mousey little you had a nasty side, or maybe the numbers you reach on your stuff screams money to him. Or he brings you to a club and the track on the speakers change and your face lights up "oh my god I wrote this!" And its a song from when you were alive and you rush to the dance floor to whip out some choreography way too planned and precise to just be some bullshit you're whipping out of nowhere and maybe even singing as people in the club instantly recognize you as formerly-alive fans

Honestly its a little wacky but imagine the like tonal difference, the dichotomy, the black and white difference of, Valentino being this absolute fucking pervert and you're like this shy not very talkative person and he finds out like you're some poppy preppy bouncy feminine lil idol like some SAYU or Kyary Pamyu Pamyu shit and he's laughing in your face and maybe his pal Velvet comes into the room and her eyes just light up and suddenly she's shoving her phone in Valentino's face to show him your newest hit "Let Me Skip Into Your Heart (And Also Suck You Off) feat. Verosika Mayday" with like 2.5 million views in three months and he's like "ok I GUESS you have SOME talent 🙄" while he's also having an internal battle "wait do I have I new fetish for wanting to rip girly dresses and thigh highs off this bitch 🤔"

Honestly just "Valentino finding out you're a celebrity/influencer" ideas have been kind of fun. Imagine he's just minding his own business and one of his workers is sitting next to him watching something on their phone and he looks over and its a makeup tutorial, by you, or you're reviewing a certain product while making people laugh, or you're doing some like Stanzi Potenza sorta comedy or something, and he glances down to the metrics and likes amd view counts and its huge and he just glances across the limo to you and you're. In your work uniform, hair barely combed, you have some new acne breakouts, you have bags under your eyes, posture is shit because you're exhausted, but, that's definitely you and now he gets to find out the sheer scope of what you've been up to, and maybe becoming a manager of yours in the process

Ive even thought of like, what if Reader offhandedly gave Valentino some business advice and it turned out working really well and he consults you from time to time. Like imagine Valentino is talking business and you're around and he's talking about profits and shit and like, maybe the amount of people who want to sleep with his top earners is down, even not as many people want Angel to satisfy Val's green, and maybe you just kind of offhandedly butt into the conversation without even looking up from your phone "well maybe its because he's a porn star. If you just like created a celebrity or an idol or a micro celebrity or something who was attractive and then you pimped them out in secret it would probably make you a ton of money, like of Beyonce started her career as a stripper that would put a ton of people off but if you told people they could secretly fuck Beyonce the musician they would sell their entire families for it" and maybe that segues into "Reader becomes some sort of idol or entertainer or singer or product for Valentino that he eventually pimps out (or even decides he won't because he's too jealous, you can sing and dance but HE'S the only one you can sleep with)

God I can't wait until Hazbin comes out this year. I HAVE to know what this man sounds like because the voice and finally seeing and hearing his speaking will be everything 😩❤️ or it could backfire and I might not like the finished product as much as the one I've built up in my head but, thems the breaks right?

[ghostdrafts]

Hi Ghost! I would like to request an expansion on Jason Todd (Titans) and the reader listening to ABBA, please.

Thank you.

AH, OKAY. THANK YOU BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS ONE. <3

Jason Todd x ABBA Appreciation

Warnings: Feral Writer that has spent too much time thinking about this

It started a lot earlier than Jason probably realizes.

His time being bounced around from foster home to foster home was spent being mistreated by almost all of them. Almost.

There was an old woman who would come in to do upkeep in the small estate where Jason was staying.

The couple who had taken him in weren’t terribly rich, but as everyone knows, a little bit of money can get you a long way in Gotham.

They weren’t particularly cruel by Jason’s standards, but he was very aware of the role that he played in whatever game they were trying to win. The onscreen charity type. They only did good deeds when somebody was there to witness, but behind closed doors, they wanted nothing to do with him.

The only attention he was given was used to berate him. They were the type to scold him for things that weren’t his fault, out of his control, and lock the food pantries as a punishment. They’d eat their dinner right in front of him and send him to his room early if he was caught trying to sneak any for himself.

When the old woman would come in to do her job twice a week, Saturday and Sunday mornings while Mr. and Mrs. we’re out on some excursion Jason wasn’t invited to, well. Those days were always his favorite.

She’d wait until it was just the two of them and make him breakfast. He’d sit on the counter and keep her company while she washed the dishes.

He always liked the songs that she would hum under her breath during lulls in the conversation, leaving no room for awkward silences. It was comfortable. Comforting.

This carried over in a lot of ways. In the span of time he’d gotten to know Alfred before his passing and part of the reason Bruce buried him next to Alfred after he died was because Jason got attached from similar nature.

Alfred made him French toast just the way he liked it in the mornings and would always smile with pleasant conversation when Jason stuck around after breakfast.

The old woman would always make sweet comments about how she wished she could take him home with her, how she would have loved to have a son like him. A widow with no children to keep her company, she should have been in a long, happy retirement at her age, but she struggled to make ends meet, just trying to keep the house her husband had built when they were young and in love.

He always wished she would. That she would take him away from a place, where he was under the custody of people who managed to simultaneously neglect him and watch him like some kind of predator stalking its prey, just waiting for him to slip up so they could sink their teeth in and spew their venom.

There was only so much he could take before he ran away.

Sleeping in back alleys and under bridges, until he finally made himself a home above the school auditorium.

He would sit for hours and watch play rehearsals, bad high school renditions of Macbeth and A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It was the end of the spring term, with summer break peeking around the corner that they all took a unanimous vote for their End of the Year Performance.

Mamma Mia.

Three days into rehearsals and two weeks after Jason had stopped shivering at night when the chill settled around the old building, the darkness grew shorter and the sun shined longer, he settled into a place where he felt comfortable. A place, in some strange way, he had made his own.

It was when they started rehearsing their songs that he recognized it. I Have A Dream. That was it. Unmistakable. He’d heard it dozens of times before, on the quiet mornings of the weekends when it was just the two of them. The way she’d hum, she captured the melody in its likeness.

That was the exact second Jason fell in love with ABBA.

He still thinks of the old woman from time to time. He’d thought about writing her letters, paying her a visit. He could never convince himself to take that final step.

But if a mysterious, unsigned envelope with more than enough money to close the mortgage on her house mysteriously showed up at her door one day, that’s nobody’s business.

He always thinks of her when he begins to hum Thank You For the Music. When he’s tired or stressed. Or just downright sentimental. He starts humming it under his breath before he even realizes he’s doing it.

Jason has two moods when it comes to playing music. When he’s blasting it as loud as it can go, because he needs to drown out his thoughts and maybe, if someone hears it. If they pay attention and listen, they’ll understand what he’s feeling. They’ll see him. Or alternatively, when he just needs the quiet comfort of not falling victim to the silence, when the soft melody barely above a hum from across the room is the only thing keeping him tethered without overwhelming him too much.

He puts a vinyl on every night before he falls asleep. If he doesn’t, then his mind starts reeling and he’ll jump on high alert at every sound he hears. Or his mind will trick him into thinking he heard something. This has resulted in him almost kicking the shit out of Gar on more than one occasion when he’s just trying to get a midnight snack.

Whether it’s the heightened sensitivity of his animal instincts and he just happens to overhear it or Jason confides in him in a lapse of vulnerability, Gar is probably the only person that knows about Jason’s full appreciation of ABBA. He keeps it a secret, but if anyone, at any point, brings it up, Jason will threaten them with death and/or dismemberment.

It’s when he meets that special person that he doesn’t mind not keeping it a secret. If they know about all the things he’s done, and they’re still there. They still love and accept him for some god forsaken reason, he doesn’t feel the need to hide anything. He’s silly and romantic and in the quiet hours of the morning, when everything’s warm and peaceful, sunlight peaking through the curtains and casting a soft glow across his faintly freckled skin, he’d press his lips against their neck and sing the words under his breath, whispered and a little raspy.

Still, as strange as it seems to be. It’s truly new to me. That affection. I don’t know what you do, you make me think that you will change my life forever. You thrill me, you delight me. You please me, you excite me. You’re all that I’ve been yearning for. I love you, I adore you. I lay my life before you.

[neomedievalistbr]

what i have for the "of oddities and roadtrips" story written (as of like. 1 hour ago. inspiration hit me, so nothing is set in stone)

Plot: In 2005, an event occurred, and suddenly, the supernatural started existing alongside the natural. Now, in 2018, 6 coworkers are tasked with traveling through the South American continent, photographing oddities for their company, and, along the way, slowly becoming friends (though not without kicking and screaming).

Setting: 

– the event that made shit start happening is not the main focus, so it's kept pretty vague how and what actually happened, but the characters all have their own theories of what happened and comment on it.

– the way it works is that, as long as a large number of ppl (1000~) believe that something is real, it will be real. so things like folklore creatures, bigfoot, even slender exist, tho it doesnt work for gods (bc i dont want to do that). the bigger the number of ppl who believe in something, the longer its range is, and it starts having sort of "regional" variants, bc the stories are different in different countries

– since the appearance of oddities (as they are referred to) came out of literally nowhere, it kinda caused a lot of chaos in the first years, and it took a long time for ppl to understand that oddities were not going away anytime soon and there was nothing they could do abt it. so, they changed focus, and decided to capitalize on it

– the company that hired our odd 6 doesnt have a name yet, but they wanted to be the first ones to make a sort of pokemon with oddities, with games and card games. since contact with oddities was scarce at best, they wanted to also be the first to name them (despite them already having names). thats where our protagonists come

Characters (Odd 6):

– Isadora Sato (27): our main character. Isadora works at (unnamed company) as a photographer, and is one of the only ones actually thrilled to be working so close to oddities. When she was 21, she was attacked by an oddity and lost her left arm, though she affirmed it was her fault for angering it. Very cheerful, although easy to anger, and very straightforward in her thinking.

– Arthur Souza (30): hired by (unnamed company) as a photographer, Arthur, too, has had first contact with an oddity, though in a different way: he tried getting one as a pet. Unfortunately, it didn't work how he wanted, and the oddity ended up getting into his body, and now he lives with a sort of symbiote in his body. Believes himself to be very chill (which is not true), currently single and looking for a partner (a fruitless endeavor).

– Eduardo Correia (29): Ending our trio of characters which have had contact with oddities, Eduardo was hired as a driver for the 6. He, like the last two, also had a less than pleasant encounter with an oddity. 6 years ago, he met an oddity that separated his emotional side (mainly his anger) into a different person: Atlas. At first hating each other's guts, nowadays they have an almost brotherly relationship. An actually chill person, he's mainly in this for the money, as living with Atlas has proved very costly. He and Arthur have some weird flirting going on.

– Ignis Daniels (33): the group's actual driver (as Arthur was banned from driving after almost getting them killed), Ignis is a designer for the (unnamed company), who insisted on going on the trip to get first experience with oddities (and to enjoy the trip through the continent). Hasn't had any type of contact with an oddity before the trip, but is very much into them, to a point where people wonder if it isn't an obsession. He and Eduardo hang out a lot (read: just stand next to each other in silence. They very much enjoy it), as they're the quietest members of the group, he's a very excitable person.

– Nightshade De Luca (31): no one is sure why Nightshade joined the trip, nor what he works on, and they're too scared to ask. In reality, they just wanted an excuse to get away from work and was the first to apply for the spot (they also wanted to meet more people and try to befriend them, but he'd rather die than admit that). Is into oddities, but only creepy ones (like creepypastas). Although very quiet, when he does open their mouth to speak, what usually comes out of it are sarcastic remarks and insults. They and Arthur have a weird rivalry. No one is sure how that started and they're not too interested to find out.

– Vitor Amorim (30): a last minute addition to the team, Vitor works as an artist, and is a streamer in her free time. She and Isadora are drinking buddies, though they don't really talk outside of that or work. A very shy person, she applied thinking it would be a far simpler job and they would just travel through the continent, though she immediately regrets this when she meets her first oddity.

[star-going-supernova]

Crashes into wall

Ok I'm back! Thanks for replying to my ask so I'll try to explain the au in a pretty long ask. Here I go!

So essentially everything in the games has happened. The main killings, the events of fnaf 3 but the happiest day minigame wasn't use/found (?). Cause of that, the children spirits were stuck in the mortal plane. Eventually, they got used being a spirit and decided to just stay they forever. Evan is there and he shares Golden Freddy with Cassidy. At some point Cassidy became the main ghost controlling GF and Evan was content with just chilling as a ghost without a suit.

Anywho after this we move to fnaf 6. The fire didn't do it's goddamn job properly and only got rid of the amalgamation that is Molten Freddy. So yes, Michael, Elizabeth, Charlie, Henry Emily and of course old man Afton survive the fire.

Now after all of that is done, let me go to the main part of the au. All of that I just talked about happened quite far in the past. When this au takes place is in 2017 onwards. That is the same year that a Mr Scott Cawthon was fired from Freddy Fazbear Enterprise. The reason for it? Sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Because he's petty and has been part of the company for so long, Scott decided make a bunch of games secretly telling the hidden story of FE. Due to the games, the three remaining locations often get unwanted visitors trying to find if the conspiracy was true.

Talking about the three locations, those are the location from the first game, the second game and Sister Location. Michael, with the help of Henry, rebuilt all the SL robots with more safety features and make sure no more accidents happen. Elizabeth now stays in the new Baby but often goes to the 1st location to chill with her siblings. Michael now owns FE and takes care of the few locations with the help of the spirits and Henry, who lives alone and slightly burnt but Charlie occasionally comes over to chat.

Around 2022 (lmao), the PizzaPlex location was built. 6 months after its opening, the events of SB happened. Gregory now lives in the vents, basement and walls of the PizzaPlex and hangs out with the gang after closing.

And that's the conspiracy au kinda summarised. I have a fanfic currently in my Ao3 account about an occasion when people break in to 1st location. I'll probably upload another story just filled with drabbles about Aftons meeting the SB group and other random things. If you wanna read what I have so far the Ao3 name is my user but with an underscore in-between harris and parris. Thanks for listening to this extremely long ramble and thank you for letting me ramble.

I love the idea of the fnaf events being legit but covered up, leaving just enough info for people to get suspicious and start digging! Works kinda like an Outsider POV (which is one of my favorite tropes!) too! Gosh, I can totally see people posting vlogs of them exploring any shut-down locations and all sorts of theory videos. I bet all sorts of unsolved mysteries/crime channels would cover it, lol. How fun!

And meanwhile, all the survivors, ghostly or otherwise, are just like... going about their lives as much as they can. Amazing. Nice AU, friend, sounds like it has lots of potential!

You're welcome, friend! Thank you for sharing your ramble!

[linawritestwst]

Hi! I was hoping I could get a matchup?

My pronouns are she/her and as for appearances I am 5’2.5 with brown hair that's dyed purple underneath goes just above my shoulders it sorta resembles a wolfcut. My eyes are hazel. My style mainly consists of cargo pants, Doc Martens and some sort of Band shirt. Most my clothes have an army colour palette aswell dark green, blacks, light browns.

As for my personality it depends on who I'm around. Like 3 People who are energetic and really loud I'll tend to keep a more motherly role, but i think that's cause Im thinking of the consequences there actions could cause. But if I'm around people who are more mature in nature I'll be the loud and stupid one. I can make friends very easily though it you see a group of people at school its likely that I'll know or at least recognize one. Some girl I my class drew me once to become friends with me they said I looked cool, I've never felt more appreciated I bragged about it for months :) not in a mean way it's obvious I'm joking (within the break I took in between writing this I've befriended two 10-year olds) I like kids there very interesting. My humor is very dark and a little mean but I wouldn't make a joke if I know the person isn't okay with it

I don't really have a type when it comes to people I think if they can like me I can like them but I'd think I'd like someone who wouldn't judge me for everything and who can respect boundaries. I also tend to like people who are really passionate or striving for something. As for what I wouldn't want is somebody with to toooo much energy i mentally would not be able to keep up.

And my likes I am in love with music I was dead ass in the top 0.2 percent of Artic Monkey listeners this year I also enjoy sleeping because I can have really vivid dreams to the point were I feel like I've got 0 sleep. I'd say my main hobby is building things with instructions Lego sets in particular, I have a bunch of Starwars Legos in my window in fact when I was a kid we spent thousands on Lego for me the living room was full of them, eventually I even got my own room for them. Unfortunately we moved and now there all in boxes down stairs. Since Lego is expensive I tend to use this pack I found on Minecraft that you build a little city with. I also like video games not shooting ones I like stuff like genshin or stardew valley I was really into this detective game a while back but I finished it all 🥲

Sorry if this is a little messy :)

hi, don't worry, your request is perfectly fine!

the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

lilia vanrouge!

i'll explain why i chose him:

okay, first of all, i think he would think your style is neat, haha. i think your relationship dynamic would be very interesting, since lilia is quite an energetic and cheerful person, however, he has a mature side as well, so it's like!! you can act in any way you want around him, it doesn't matter to him, he just likes your company :) also he thinks it's cute that you're good with kids he will definitely make jokes about you being silver's mom

this guy would never judge you, i don't think there is much a person can do to make him mad, unless they're like, you know, actually awful or they're his enemy. also he sure likes to surprise you with sudden hugs or kisses or simply appearing out of nowhere and going "hello there :)", but if you're not comfortable with it, sure, he will respect that! and yes, as i mentioned, he's a pretty energetic person, but if you just want to chill or do something more calm, he's more than okay with it. just spending time with you is enough for him.

HE'S LITERALLY IN A LIGHT MUSIC CLUB COME ON. he's also used to dealing with a certain person who's always sleepy, so you being a type to sleep a lot is not something new to him and he finds it cute too. and sure, he can be your gamer bf too <3 also i think he would be interested in trying and building something with you!! i just think it's an adorable concept, hehe.